Minority Fools

Stay your hand or drive in deep.
You’re a brazen fool so you’ll take it neat.
Preparation for your war.
Send out your masses of poor.
For they lack value, in your eyes.
Why you won’t care if they are swarmed by flies.
In fields of rotten stinking remains.
After all you care for are momentum gains.
For domination is your grail.
You hold in aloft and claim it does never fail.
But underestimate people under your boot,
And they will see you skinned like a newt.
With no remorse or wish for pause.
See you should’ve read the central clause.
The bit where it says you work for them.
And disobeying will see you hanging.